I will be crowned king

Obviously, an army of nearly 100,000 people can certainly be used for more than just feints, because its existence itself is an unprecedented and terrifying deterrent. Even if it is known that many of this army are new recruits who have just been assembled, Israel The elf did not dare to neglect at all.

But today's Yser elves are no longer what they used to be: the powerful Thirteen Councils fell apart under the "key care" of the Holy See, and a large number of pure-blooded elven nobles are on the verge of extinction. Their past glory has disappeared, and they are so rare that they cannot even maintain their past power. situation.

And Israel is a country that places great importance on bloodline. The thirteen pure-blood families headed by the Moses Field family have a status that even exceeds the prestige of the bloodline of the Seven Knights in the empire. They can be said to be the foundation of the entire Elf Kingdom of Israel. , even the kingdom itself was specially created for them.

In the past, the purity and nobility of the elf bloodline determined the maximum status an Iser elf could achieve within the royal court; but now the noble pure-blood elves have suffered heavy casualties, and the royal court has to promote a large number of half-elves and even humans to fill the gap. Those vacant positions and titles.

And this obvious destruction of Yser's "bloodline hierarchy" has naturally caused endless contradictions: pure-blood elves look down on half-elves, half-elves despise humans, and humans without family background and background-if any, obviously He will not appear in the country of elves - he can only rely on the Elf King and become the white glove that the royal family can control at will.

But there is a problem: the previous Elf King was forced to abdicate after the "Thirteenth Council Incident", and the "justified" Elf Queen of this generation, Freya Moses Field, has become a wanted criminal of the Holy See. The thirteen families who couldn't find a suitable candidate could only recommend a guy with only one-third of the royal bloodline to inherit the name of the Moses Field family and be crowned king.

It is easy to imagine how secure the status of the Elf King who came to power through this method was; so the lower-class half-elves and humans who were already discriminated against in Ysel sadly discovered that even if they had proven themselves by strength, they still could not Change the discrimination and oppression in the environment: Pure-blood elven aristocrats still occupy high positions, while humans and lower-class half-elves can only work hard without complaining, and do not receive equal treatment at all.

But after all, the gap in strength and status between the two sides has changed, and the pure-blood elves can no longer suppress the lower-level forces as steadily as in the past; so in the continuous conflicts between the two sides, the entire Iser Elf Kingdom fell into Unprecedented chaos.

Although the down-and-out pure-blood elves have lost their former glory, their families are still rich and they are more united than ever before; the rising humans and low-level half-elf upstarts, although they are large in scale and have many supporters, are themselves in disarray, and even They are also full of contradictions with each other and have no collective consciousness.

On both sides, you mobilized the private soldiers of the family, and I mobilized the landless thugs in the countryside. Together with his comrades in the army, they attacked each other and fought happily. Today a manor fell, and tomorrow a certain castle changed its flag.

The scale of these wars is not large, and it cannot even be called a "war" at all: thousands of people can often directly determine the survival of a certain family or small force, but the number and frequency are terrifying.

The Royal Court of Yser is crumbling in this precarious situation: the Elf King is basically a puppet, let alone the kingdom, and his orders are not even enough to control his own palace; the new and old nobles who are busy killing each other and grabbing territory are simply not able to control the kingdom. I just forgot about this Elf King.

If it hadn't been so chaotic that it was almost on the verge of collapse, Hantu, which had been suppressed and even controlled by the Yser elves for many years, would never have thought of invading or even occupying the other side's territory.

Even so, Hantu still did not dare to act independently, for fear that his expansion would arouse Clovis's vigilance, or indirectly cause the elves to suddenly become united, and he would become the "contributor" to the Elf King's return to power; so he obviously He was very confident and still pulled Clovis to act together.

The fact was just as they suspected: after learning that a hundred thousand troops suddenly attacked outside their homes, the elves immediately put aside their conflicts and contradictions, organized a meeting in the royal court in the name of the Elf King, and began to discuss together what to do. Resist foreign invasion.

"...So there is no doubt that we must concentrate the largest number of troops to the west of Eagle Point City to resist the enemy's attack!"

A burst of impassioned roars resounded in the royal court, causing the puppet Elf King, who had been in a trance, to come back to his senses and look at the figures quarreling heatedly in the audience:

"I remind you, that is an 80,000-strong army. It is Clovis's standing army and Hantu's elite main force who have just returned from the holy war! If such an army does not exercise extreme caution, the country will be destroyed and the species will be destroyed!" "

"Destroying the country and annihilating the species? Isn't it the ambition of some people?" A harsh snort interrupted the excited heart: "Who doesn't know how clear the intelligence is that those more than 30,000 people were just recruited? New recruits don’t have much fighting ability!”

"That's right. We have got some real information here. The main force of the Clovis Army has been divided into two. It is attacking us from the Lookout Trail and Soldier Pass. There are also unknown troops appearing in the countryside in the northwest. The burning, killing, looting, and looting are most likely their troops—the real battlefield should be there!”

"Then according to your opinion, we should immediately gather our legions and go north, setting up defense lines in the plains and hills in the northwest of the kingdom?"

"And it must be as soon as possible, otherwise if the Clovis people are allowed to pass through the mountains and passes, the entire Yser will no longer be safe!"

"It's ridiculous. The Soldier Pass is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the Qiaowang Trail is a mountainous area that is difficult to climb. These places only require a small number of troops to block the enemy's army that is several times larger than our own. Why do we need to be strict and defensive?"

"Then what do you have in mind?!"

"It's not a 'high opinion', but anyone with common sense should know that the 80,000-strong army that is about to be assembled in Eagle Point City will not stay there motionless; only a fool would pretend like this. The threat does not exist!”

"I told you, those are just new recruits, recruits with no fighting ability at all!"

"Is Hantu's army also new recruits? Could it be that facing Clovis's new recruits, Yisel can wipe them all out like a breath of air?"

"You, you are making excuses!"

"To each other, some people's little thoughts are also clearly exposed."

"W-what do I have in mind?!"

"No? You want to focus Iser's defense in the northwest. You just think everyone else is a fool and don't know your territory is over there, right?"

"I……"

The quarrel, the endless quarrel, made the Elf King, who was "appreciating" the farce, only sigh with his forehead in his hands, looking melancholy.

Not to mention calming down the conflicts between them and decisively deciding the defensive focus of Yser's army. Even if he wanted to join the quarrel, it was completely impossible; the only value of his existence as the Elf King was just to let these Those in power just have an excuse for superficial unity.

In other words, he doesn't want to be the so-called Elf King at all... The crown looks very beautiful, but for an ordinary elf who is not a member of the Moses Field family at all, but just happens to have one-third of the royal family's blood, it is really too much. Too heavy.

Not to mention the power of the Elf King, he has never enjoyed even the most basic robes and food: since the beginning of the turmoil, his royal court has received almost no worship. There are also a large number of maids, servants, palace nobles and soldiers in the palace. ; These people did not regard him as the Elf King at all. After the little wealth left was plundered by them, only scraps were left in the hands of the Elf King.

In short, becoming the Elf King not only did not make his life better, on the contrary, it made him more miserable; to put it bluntly, he felt that he was almost like a prisoner now.

"So, you want to get out of this life, huh?"

In a remote and dark small room, the old man hiding in the corner poured a cup of scalding hot coffee for the Elf King and said slowly: "What I mean is, give up the title of Elf King?"

"Yes! It's absolutely correct. I want to get rid of it, and I even want to throw it away right away!" The Elf King who quietly escaped from the imperial meeting couldn't wait to say: "For this goal, I can pay any price!"

"Any price?" The old man in the shadow said in a playful tone: "Are you aware that you have offered an extremely high price?"

"And I won't hesitate!"

The Elf King said categorically, or gritted his teeth: "I have had enough of this kind of life. Even if I die, it will be a thousand or ten thousand times better than it!"

"Out of consideration for your interests, I still suggest that you don't use metaphors related to life and death." The old man paused: "Because usually when an Elf King loses his crown, it means..."

"It means death, but even if I want to die now, it won't help at all!"

The Elf King's tone became bitter and humble: "You don't know, they said that if I died accidentally or committed suicide, they would use blood magic to resurrect me and turn me into a living dead with only half a life; anyway, they said All we need is a puppet, one that can’t speak is even more convenient!”

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot. Not only do you have to get rid of the crown, but you also have to escape from the clutches of the powerful people in Israel." The old man seemed to suddenly remember:

"But with your current strength, it seems impossible to resist them. I don't want to humiliate you, but this is a fact. No matter how you move around, you have no chance of winning, unless..."

Looking at the figure in the corner, the Elf King seemed to have realized something: "Unless..."

"They, or rather these armies of the Yser Elf Kingdom, suffered unprecedented heavy losses; they suffered heavy casualties and are no longer able to control you."

"you……"

The Elf King's eyes widened, and he subconsciously lost his voice but immediately chose to change his words: "You want me to... betray the Kingdom of Yser?!"

"No, I am telling you that this is the only way for you to regain your freedom." The old man shook his head: "And what I want to tell you is that this is not betrayal, but salvation."

"Save, save?!"

"Your Majesty, do you think the current Israel can really resist the coalition forces of Hantu and Clovis?" The old man asked back: "I really want to say yes, but my reason tells me that the possibility is too slim. So that it looks like..."

"...You want to make a joke?"

"No, I think it's more of a myth."

The old man sighed: "Any powerful country has a common standard, that is, it has an absolute core; a group that is divided and still killing and plundering each other cannot have independence and dignity."

"War is inevitable. All we can do is to at least reach a compromise with the enemy before some madman completely turns our country into ruins; to see clearly who wants to kill us and who just wants to plunder our wealth; Although the latter is equally despicable and hateful, at least there is room for negotiation."

The Elf King looked at him blankly, sighed and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe you are right, no... what you said is right. This is my only chance to get rid of this prison and fight for freedom."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The old man nodded slightly: "I can't imagine a second way."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Elf King also nodded:

"His Majesty Igor Mossyfield!"

……………………

"...In other words, our real collaborator is Freya Moses Field's father of the Elf Queen, the former Elf King Igor?"

In the slightly cramped smoking room, Karl put down the cigarette in his hand: "The most important thing now is to make him the Elf King of Israel again?"

"No." Anson shook his head.

"I've said it before, this is obviously not the point!" Leo, the commander-in-chief of the fortress, raised his chin triumphantly: "Obviously, the current focus is how to eliminate the powerful factions in Iser as soon as possible. It is best to be able to They create internal strife among themselves, pitting one faction against another and causing them to kill each other.”

"...No." Anson denied again.

"Yes, obviously everyone has slacked off after staying in Clovis for so long."

Hank, the former Chief of Staff of the Storm Legion and current Staff Officer of the Ranger Legion, sighed twice and put his hands in his pockets: "Dividing the enemy and winning over the opponent are just means, and the purpose is always the most important; and we are now The purpose is to completely destroy Yser’s resistance.”

"...Still not."

"Then tell me, what is it?" Carl Bain couldn't help rolling his eyes: "What is the most important thing?!"

"the most important thing……"

Expressionless, Anson raised his right hand and pointed at a figure in the smoking room: "That's why you are here, His Excellency Draco Wirts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a certain third-rate novelist, who was planning to drink a cup of coffee to warm himself up, showed an awkward yet polite smile.